Book: The grief of Mr. Gros. Page 2

I, so to speak, can not forgive my past and the fact that it had. Not because I don't like it, something still really like it, but with everything else it is possible to live. But it's still pretty ridiculous to have one the past.

Friendship is not measured by the number of joint lunch... Although lunch friendship, of course, do not harm, who would argue.

And given people the language to distort the facts. And the head to extract from the pile of lies a grain of truth and using them to get a clearer picture.

I - the opportunity - finally says Frank. - I - what theoretically could become your friend, if curb invincible two elements - time and yourself.

Should decide that you have reached something perfect, and then it turns out that this is only the beginning of a long, complex and, of course, endless ways. I have something just like it, but many, I know, angry. And you?

Man is born alone; strictly speaking, birth is the first step towards the isolation, the rules of the game in which we all got without asking; complaints are not accepted.

And who is to blame?
- No one, of course. All that a grown man does with himself, with his life and death, he makes himself.
- But to disentangle all of this usually accounts for a large company.

Said out loud it does not become true.

... for some reason, it is believed, though love is certainly bright and beautiful feeling, and to be the object of someone's affection is a pleasure. Alas, it is almost always wrong. To reshape to your standards and keep to yourself - that's what people usually want lovers, spouses or parents, whatever. I honestly don't know which is worse.

I can not explain. And to me - be kind.

Some people love knowledge as such and seek to know more of the mysteries of all that was, not really thinking how they can be managed. I prefer knowledge that can be exploited in practice. Hammer head with useless information I do not need. Useful I barely managed...